Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.